March 28, 2010
As I've grown older, I have come to accept many things.
I will never, for example, be a concert pianist. Or an Olympic swimmer. And dreams of tap dancing in stage musicals, fell by the wayside years ago.
So, I am unsure as to why I suffer certain delusions when it comes to handicrafts.
Let's take this project for example. My eagerness to produce something delicate and sparkly for a swap has led me to overlook a number of facts.
Sequins and beads are teeny tiny.
I am long-sighted and have sausage fingers.
On the face of it, bugle beads and a lack of manual dexterity do appear mutually exclusive. Let's see what happens. If the beading is successful, maybe my next stop will be an audition to tread the boards in 42nd Street?